4.26.11"bible of a bulimic"
you're on the coldest path to hell,
wearing blue-violet nails and a fur coat.
so kneel down and pray, darling,
worship the god of sinful girls,
a devil of shame and hatred.
it's the only divinity you, as an atheist, dare to trust -
that which you can see and touch.
so cleanse yourself, my fallen angel,
rid yourself of the demons you're forced to swallow.
and thou shalt be pure, thou shalt be new again.
and above all else,
thou shalt be beautiful.